Pretty When She Kills By Rhiannon Frater
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It feels like I have been waiting so long for the sequel to Pretty When She Dies, and here it is! Below is an excerpt from this fabulous book. What Frater does brilliantly is weave elements of horror, with the mythology of vampires and still manages to do really interesting character development. The characters from Pretty When She Dies are some of my favorites in fiction and I am excited to be back with them. Here is an excerpt:
The girl stood drenched in blood in the center of the graveyard. Languorously, she swayed as the night wind tossed about her unfettered white-blond hair and tugged at the white lace dress that was dangerously close to sliding off her delicate shoulders.
Enormous blue eyes gazed vacantly at the bodies at her feet. The askew forms of the young men foolish enough to dig her up out of her grave bore brutal wounds inflicted by her long, sharp teeth. Tilting her head, the girl gazed past the treetops at the bloated harvest moon ascending in the night sky. The orb spilt light through the branches and cast a bluish glow over the old cemetery. Her pink tongue licked the blood from her full red lips.
Rachon stood in the dark shadows of the pine trees watching the ghostly figure. Her eyes thoughtfully surveyed the scene before her, her long blue nails tapping against the trunk of the tree she leaned against. Tilting her head, she sniffed the air. The coppery smell of blood mingled with the scents of fresh earth and chemicals.
It wasn’t difficult to stitch together what had occurred just a few minutes before she had arrived on the edges of the old cemetery in East Texas.
“She’s awake,” Rachon said, her naturally husky voice sensual to the ear.
“Why do you always end up with the messy jobs?” a voice grumbled behind her.
Flicking her gaze in the direction of her companion, she bestowed an annoyed look upon the immaculately dressed man maneuvering over the uneven forest floor. Prosper’s skin was as dark as hers, but whereas her afro was shaped into twists, his head was shaved. Despite being blood relations in life, his eyes were black and hers were maroon. He bared his fangs as he grimaced.
“The Master calls and I obey,” she said, annoyance in her voice.
“You’re a stupid woman for loving that pasty man,” Prosper said, shrugging.
“He’s my Master. I obey him whether I want to or not,” Rachon said in a low, dangerous voice. “Whether I love him, or not.”
“Kill her and be done with it.” Prosper lifted one of his fine Italian loafers out of the dirt and sighed. “We’ve wasted enough time in Texas. I want to go home.”
“Just shut up and let me deal with this.” Rachon returned her gaze to the pale wisp of a figure swaying in the moonlight.
The girl was probably barely eighteen. Her slightly rounded cheeks and arms gave her a very youthful appearance. Her burial garb hung by threads over her mostly nude body. Blood and bits of flesh slid lazily down between her small breasts and over her smooth stomach.
“He’s just playing more games with you,” Prosper said with a shrug.
“It’s what he does best.”
“Mayhem, death, destruction,” Prosper agreed.
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